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Thursday, March 31, 2011

spring is in the air!

...I hope. we here in the upper part of the US have had the strangest weather this year. Not that it seems strange to us, since it happens every year, but to an outsider it might just appear strange. Anyway, We had the usual winter with a buttload of snow, then come early March, flooding started. As March progressed further, we got two more snowstorms, and now everything seems to be melting again. And guess what? We're supposed to get more snow this weekend.

Here is a picture of the last snowstorm's aftermath:

the bad storm!

This was after the noce weather and the flooding.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Noctune op. 9 No. 2

I happen to be in a play for school, and I have to dance to this song. the play is "A midsummer Night's Dream," and I am a fairy. I thought this was a beautiful song, So I posted it.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

a 60 second poem

Here is a poem that, like the title implies, took only 60 seconds to create.

It's cold outside,
colder than death.
but not quite as cold
As your heart when I cried.

Monday, March 28, 2011

a little Haiku for you.

I'm not sure if the contents of this Haiku are proper for a real Haiku, but I think it will pass. 

Sunrise

The sky lightens up.
Birds sing, welcoming the day.
Beautiful Sunrise. 

Sunday, March 27, 2011

a fun game to play

Pick the month you were born:
January-------I kicked
February------I loved
March--------I karate chopped
April----------I licked
May----------I jumped on
June----------I smelled
July-----------I did the Macarena With
August--------I had lunch with
September----I danced with
October-------I sang to
November-----I yelled at
December-----I ran over

Pick the day (number) you were born on:

1-------a birdbath
2-------a monster
3-------a phone
4-------a fork
5-------a snowman
6-------a gangster
7-------my mobile phone
8-------my dog
9-------my best friends' boyfriend
10-------my neighbour
11-------my science teacher
12-------a banana
13-------a fireman
14-------a stuffed animal
15-------a goat
16-------a pickle
17-------your mom
18-------a spoon
19------ - a Smurf
20-------a baseball bat
21-------a ninja
22-------Chuck Norris
23-------a noodle
24-------a squirrel
25-------a football player
26-------my sister
27-------my brother
28-------an iPod
29-------a surfer
30-------a homeless guy
31-------a llama  
    What is the last number of the year you were born:
1--------- In my car
2 --------- On your car
3 ----------- In a hole
4 ----------- Under your bed
5 ----------- Riding a Motorcycle
6 --------- sliding down a hill      
7 --------- in an elevator
8---------- at the dinner table
9 -------- In line at the bank
0 -------- in your bathroom  

Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:

White---------because I'm cool like that
Black---------because that's how I roll.
Pink-----------because I'm NOT crazy.
Red-----------because the voices told me to..
Blue-----------because I'm sexy and I do what I want
Green---------because I think I need some serious help.
Purple---------because I'm AWESOME!
Gray----------because Big Bird said to and he's my leader.
Yellow--------because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars
Orange--------because my family thinks I'm stupid anyway.
Brown---------because I can.
Other----------because I'm a Ninja!
None----------because I can't control myself!  

Sunday no. 13

Today is Sunday. I am  a Sunday school teacher (yes, despite my young age), and I teach the kindergartners of my church. I didn't agree with the whole "bible stories with a moral", so I taught my own bible lessons, teaching about the Bible, not just stories.
Anyway, Today, I decided to give a Psalm for you to read. here it is:

Psalm 1


 1Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.
 2But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night.
 3And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
 4The ungodly are not so: but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.
 5Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.
 6For the LORD knoweth the way of the righteous: but the way of the ungodly shall perish.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Sunrise!

This is The sunrise this morning. I couldn't post this morning because I had to go to work. isn't this pretty?
March 26th, 2011,



Aprx. 7:50a.m.

aprx. 7:30am

Friday, March 25, 2011

Another picture!

This is a picture that I was barely satisfied with. I know Medusa could do a whole lot better, however, she did not want to draw the picture, so I did it. Anyway, here it is:

This is a girl I know.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Marraige Like death comes to us all

OK. I don't usually write stuff like this. I already know it's a terrible poem. I don't even think Where Poetry Goes To Die could do any worse. NO offence intened, of course.

A little wildflower
With cowboy boots and hat
No knowledge of tomorrow
She's a cowgirl, and that's that.

The only thing she needs
To keep her on her course
Is her trusted friend, her steed,
her sole companion, her horse.

Then comes that fatal day,
she looks into his eyes.
She won't know what to say
her freedom slowly dies.

A tall and handsome figure
with cowboy boots and hat
 That cowgirl's caught for sure;
By a cowboy, and that's that!


Now the only thing she needs,
To care for her and her horse,
Her, he loves, her heart, he keeps,
she loves her cowboy, of course!

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Introducing (eh-hem, drum roll, please) . . .

Well hello there, my dear, sweet, lovely, nonexistant readers. Today is, indeed, a momentous occasion . . . sort of. Okay, not really, but I think you should probably know that "Lone Wolf" is not the only one writing on this blog anymore. I know what you're thinking. Medusa is a pretty strange name, I must admit, but my current fixation is Greek mythology, and Aphrodite doesn't quite fit (I'll let you decide why). Anyway, my future posts should have more of a point to them, and, I hope, will be more interesting. Caio for now.

Lone Wolf

Ok, here it is. this is my favorite picture ever. I drew it, and though it might not be any good in quality, the idea is the same. I love wolves. This was done in chalk.


Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Shape Shifters

I've always wanted to write a story about a Shape Shifter. A girl who can turn into a wolf. unfortunately, people would say that I copied twilight or some other stupid book. Well to tell you the truth, while most of my friends have read it and tell me about it, I hate it. I've heard about it, read a synopsis of it, and it sounds pretty disgusting. But how can I write my story about a shape shifter (no romance) without people saying that? Well, I'll give it a try, and if I am successful, I will publish it on this blog. So hopefully I am motivated enough. I love the idea of shape shifters. More so, the idea of super powers altogether!

Monday, March 21, 2011

And, Coming soon:

My best picture is still to come. I'm not sure when I'll post it. but I must say, It's my favorite. So just as a for warning, My best is yet to come!!!

a horse

Boy, what a lame title. But what else do you call a picture of...well, a horse? This picture is one of my worst. I am a terrible photographer, and an even worse artist. but here it is, and I hope I have not offended any horses.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

An encouragement

Hello.
As you can see by my previous posts, I am not very good at drawing. In fact, there was a time when i would have given up drawing altogether, had it not been for my friend Becca. She told me that it didn't matter what my pictures looked like, that if I liked to draw, then I should. SO my amateur art is here, exposed for all to see, and I like it that way.

So I hope you are encouraged by my example. If you are not good at drawing, that should not stop you.  I draw. I am not good at drawing. does that stop me?

Friday, March 18, 2011

Dragon art

This is a picture, a pretty old one, that I drew. I'm terrible at dragons, but I liked this one.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

In honor of St. Patrick's day...

Three Irish men walked into a bar... You'd think one of them had seen it. =]

my first drawing!

This is my one of my first pictures. I call it "the dark warrior" It was inspired by a story I was writing at the time.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Revenge

Inspired by a true story:

A popular boy in a big school
Had all he could want, but friends were not real.
The girls talked about him just cause he was hot.
But was there love there? No, love there was not.

A very shy girl who say him each day.
She wanted to talk, but what would she say?
She told herself one night "tomorrow I'll talk."
But very next day, right by him she walked.

She constantly smiled at him in the hall
and when he smiled back, her heart hit the wall.
She sent him a letter, a plain simple note.
He sent one back, and here's what he wrote:

"You're very naive to think I like you.
I've got all I want, I'm so rich and cool
Don't try talking to me, just leave me alone."
And through this small note, his true nature shone.

She cried the night through, her crush was now done.
The very next day, she felt like the sun.
She burned with anger, he was such a jerk.
She felt that her plan just had to work.

When Saturday came, she went to the mall.
Dresses and make-up: heels, big and tall.
She got a  makeover, she was quite a looker.
She looked on the mirror, the change really shook her.

When Monday came 'round, she walked into school.
The boys crowded around, they said she looked cool.
She smiled when she saw him: she was quite aware,
that off down the hall, he could not help but stare.

He came up to her, but she walked away.
He called out to her, but didn't get his way.
She kept walking away, a smile on her face;
he looked after her, and then he gave chase.

Every day at school, he tried to catch her,
but she slipped away, as he stood and watched her.
Every day he tried to get her to talk,
but when he said hi, away she did walk.

Her heart was mended, her revenge clearly shone.
She did as he asked, and left him alone.
He never was happy, as shone on his face.
He looked at the ground, and gave up the chase.

A poem: Remember the Summer

I sit and think
Of days gone by,
In the Summertime.
The bright blue sky,
The Shining sun,
And the butterflies.

I think of all
The dawns I’ve met,
In the summertime.
The grass was wet,
Kissed by the dew,
The rose, for day, was set.

I sit and think
Of those fun days,
In the summertime.
Of all the ways
That took up time
Like the big biking race.

I think of all
 that I have done
In the summertime.
The times I’ve run
With all my friends,
And all had lots of fun.

I sit and think
Of Nights so fair
In the summertime.
I think of where
I sat and felt
The balmy twilight air.

I wish I could
Go back again
To the summertime.
I know that when
A new one comes
It won’t be the same as then.

a Poem: Winter's Snowing

At first it floats,
And it looks pretty.
And then it cloaks
The towns, the cities.
It comes from North,
Heralds the coming
Of Nature's fourth.
It's Winter's Snowing.

We look outside,
We see it coming.
And in our minds
We're out there running.
For us it's fun,
Us kids We're going
To play and run
In Winter's Snowing.

Skating is fun.
We slip and we slide.
When that’s all done
It’s a wild sled ride.
A snowball fight;
On with the throwing!
Throw snowballs white,
In Winter’s Snowing.

Then at long last
It starts to leave.
IT melts so fast,
We won't be deceived.
We let it die,
We know it's going.
We say good-bye
To Winter's Snowing.